AllFreeNovel
Share Us
How did she end up here again? She was going to have to double back.
* * *
Good lord, how many swords had the woman knocked over? It was like pick-up sticks in here but with weapons. Stage weapons, he assumed. They shouldn’t be sharp. Right?
Maybe he would just try to avoid them just in ca—
He caught his pant leg on one of the swords and went down right onto the haphazard pile, sending a cacophonous clatter echoing through the empty corridors.
* * *
Vicky froze. Someone was in here with her. Was someone following her? What if it was security? Or the police? Or . . .
* * *
“Vic?” Ryder called out. He had heard footsteps approaching. Not too far away, he thought.
* * *
Ryder!
She gasped.
No, no, no.
She turned and ran down the nearest corridor.
* * *
Footsteps retreated rapidly. Ryder scrambled up from the pile of tinny blades.
* * *
Wham! Vicky slammed into a large man in black wearing a headset. He eyed her strangely.
“Are you . . . here for the wedding?” he said, covering his mic with his hand.
“I-Is is there an exit somewhere? Out to the park?”
The man nodded. “End of the hall, then turn left.”
“Thanks!”
She sprinted for the door.
* * *
“Excuse me.” Ryder panted as he approached a large man with a headset. “Have you seen a woman running through here? Possibly in search of an exit?”
The guy looked him up and down as if assessing whether it was wise to share this information with a random dude he found chasing through the backstage passages. Then he raised a brow.
“Aren’t you the best man?”
“It depends who you ask.”
He didn’t seem to know what to do with that but evidently decided Ryder wasn’t a threat because he raised an arm and pointed behind him. “Down and to the left.”
“Thanks, man.” Ryder slapped him on the shoulder.
